New day, new play
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
Lord Byron from When We Two parted
Heute ist offzieller Tag der "Dead Poet´s Society", wie es scheint. Außer Sanderson natürlich... :-)
Jekylla - 19.09.2006
If you do exist,
honey don't resist
Show me a new way of loving
Tell me that is true
Show me what to do
I feel something special about you.
Dreams are my reality
The only kind of reality.
Maybe my foolishness is past
And maybe now at last
And see how a real thing can be.
...
Richard Sanderson - Dreams Are My Reality
Oder...
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allan Poe from A Dream Within A Dream